Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (15 page)

Then Natalie dismissed such foolishness from her mind. She had
a mission which involved Dimitri’s uncle. How could anything
between them be possible after such an immodest act? Little did she
know Dimitri Karinov, who frequently enjoyed women after his uncle
was finished with them, and was very much looking forward to
enjoying Natalie, time and time again!

By nine thirty, Natalie was waiting to be collected. She
wanted to be ready well in advance of the appointed time just in
case the chief could see her earlier. She was wearing a light
summer satin dress which showed off her bare shoulders and slender
arms, and her shapely legs as far as her knees. She had tried to
dress as seductively as possible so she wore no bra, allowing her
small nipples to prod through the fabric, which she hoped would do
the trick without making her look like a total slut. But she didn’t
look seductive at all, for that was a game Natalie had never played
– she looked like a lost little girl with no idea what she was
doing.

She looked perfect!

Yuri Karinov would be delighted when he saw her.

It wasn’t until after eleven that the officer arrived and
escorted Natalie to Chief Karinov’s quarters, one of several
residences he made use of. By this time Natalie had become
increasingly nervous, wondering if she was making a huge mistake.
She had listened with fascinated horror to Vicky’s description of
oral violation by the chief. Of course that story was an invention,
or so Natalie now believed, but the impression Vicky gave of the
chief’s prodigious size was still firmly fixed in Natalie’s brain.
She could visualise its enormity – a phallus bigger than any normal
man would have – certainly bigger than the lieutenant, who
according to Vicky was also very blessed – a fact which seemed
confirmed during their earlier hug. The feel of the lieutenant’s
stiffening sex had been thrilling for Natalie. And if the chief was
bigger, what a sight his manhood would be – although something that
size would not be the easiest thing to take into your pussy,
especially if you were a virgin.

The thought both excited and terrified Natalie. It was a
sacrifice she wished she could be making to another Karinov. But
Vicky might be saved! Surely that had to be worth the sacrifice
–what was the loss of her virginity when put against a sister’s
life?

Then the officer arrived. There could be no more debate. The
dice were cast and Natalie could not back out. She would play it by
ear, see how receptive the chief was to her pleas, and then, and
only as a last resort, she would make the sacrifice to save her
sister’s life.

She was escorted out of her cell and into the menacing
atmosphere beyond. At night the prison was even scarier than by
day. Natalie was shown along the dark, stale smelling corridors,
past the dozing inmates behind the bars. She was taken to the
courtyard then into another ancient building which had a closer
resemblance to a castle than a jail. Eventually they arrived at a
door on which the officer deferentially knocked.

A barked voice came from within. The chief, it would appear,
was ready to see her.

The officer opened the door and bid Natalie enter. He did not
go through himself, however, he simply closed the door behind
her.

The chief, it would appear, would see her alone.

Yuri Karinov was sitting at his desk in the room which Natalie
took to be his office. It was dark and foreboding - the only
illumination coming from the lamp on the chief’s desk which allowed
him to read the papers he seemed to be working on.

Natalie stood by the door, her stomach was churning, all the
arguments she had practiced seemed to be drying up in her mouth.
She waited and waited, the chief taking no notice of her; then she
let out a muffled cough.

Yuri Karinov raised his eyes an inch and looked at the figure
standing before him, lurking in the shadows. For a moment he looked
puzzled as to who she might be then he raised his eyebrows in
startled recognition. He was hamming up his performance even better
than Dimitri.

“Ah yes, Miss Fullerton. The other... Miss Fullerton. I
understand you wish to speak to me.”

“Yes, sir, I do,” stated Natalie, her voice quivering with
fear, but she steeled herself and pressed on. “Thank you for
allowing me some of your valuable time. I wish to speak to you
about my sister...”

“I have had my fill of your sister, Miss Fullerton,” growled
Yuri.

“But, sir...”

“But enough!” the chief yelled, and he raised his hand to
silence any further talk on the subject. “Now tell me - have you
been treated well during your unfortunate stay with us?”

“Yes, sir. I have no complaints. Your nephew in particular has
been most kind.”

Yuri let out a derisory grunt. “Kindness will be his undoing.
He needs to harden himself up! I am too tolerant of his
weakness.”

Natalie seized upon his words, sensing that the chief might
have a chink in his gruff armour. “It is a strong man that knows
tolerance,” she meekly said, “a strong man that can show
compassion. Your nephew is of your flesh. He deserves your
tolerance... My sister is of my flesh. Please show her the
same.”

Yuri stared at her for a few moments, genuinely impressed by
her words. She was frailer that her sister, but there was spirit
there as well. She deserved the element of respect he had decided
to show her.

“Step forward! Let me look at you,” said Yuri beckoning her
towards him with his hand.

On trembling legs, Natalie inched closer until she fell within
the glow of the lamp.

“Tolerance, you say!” said Yuri Karinov, his words coming slow
and deliberately. “Our two countries have shown little tolerance
for each other in the past... And you mention flesh!” Yuri paused
to allow the words to sink in. He gazed at Natalie, searched her
beautiful face and saw what she could not hide – the sacrifice that
weighed heavy on her mind. “Tolerance! Will you buy my tolerance
with an offering of flesh, Miss Fullerton - is that why you have
come here to see me? There is no verbal argument you can construct
that will convince me to show the clemency you seek. But flesh...
especially young innocent flesh can be very persuasive.”

Natalie’s legs almost gave out on her. She could scarcely
believe what the chief was saying. He had arrived at the nub so
effortlessly, and made it perfectly clear he was open to
negotiation - that he wanted what Natalie had come here to offer if
all other approaches failed. It now was abundantly clear that
nothing else would do – and in her heart Natalie had known this all
along. It was time to offer it up, though her modesty demanded it
was suitably paraphrased.

“
If my... flesh will win your favour then I will freely give
it to you,” she answered in a whisper, her head dropping to avoid
his gaze and to conceal the flush that coloured her
cheeks.

Yuri Karinov clasped his hands together and rested his chin on
the double fist. He waited until she had raised her head then
looked pensively at Natalie as if weighing her offer up.

“Let us take a walk,” he announced after an agonising couple
of minutes.

“Where to?”

“There is a room I would like you to see, a room where flesh
has been offered up for centuries - a room where tolerance has been
tested to the full but has rarely been shown by me. Come, Miss
Fullerton, let me show you where flesh may buy tolerance and we
shall see if you are still prepared to pay.”

The chief stood up and took Natalie by the wrist. He led her
out of his office and down a corridor until they came to a
staircase. When they reached the bottom, they came to an oak door
which was studded with wrought iron nails. It looked like something
that belonged in a medieval fortress, and in reality that’s what
this building was – a castle that now served as the police
headquarters – the most suitable place for a king to reign from.
The chief took a large key which hung on a ring to the side and
unlocked the door. It squeaked as he forced it open.

The lighting was low, flaming torches on the walls like the
day before when Natalie’s sister had been the guest of honour and
had amused the chief with her stubbornness of will before she
eventually surrendered and got thoroughly fucked. Now Natalie was
coaxed though into the same room, intent on buying something that
her sister had already paid for.

She gazed around the room in wonderment, her eyes bulging out,
and her mouth agape - her heart fluttering in her girlish chest
like a captured bird in a cage.

All the equipment was still in place from the previous day and
Natalie looked at it as if in a dream, or more like some hideous
nightmare. The torture chamber air was thick with the smells of
leather and wood, the scents of human suffering coated with sex,
and the burning of the kerosene torches which added some heat.
Natalie shivered none the less as she took in the scene – the
benches and the racks and the stocks. She gazed in trepidation at
the padded bondage table, and the medieval wheel that she feared
was more than just an ornament.

Natalie’s eyes drifted upwards and took in the ceiling with
all the adornments her sister had seen and the one she had been
cruelly suspended from. She looked at the three walls with their
instruments of torture and then she looked at the forth which was
even scarier in appearance, and it was to there that Natalie was
gently ushered, Yuri’s hand on her back, guiding her to her
fate.

Natalie came to a halt a few feet away and stared at the
instrument before her.

“It is a Saint Andrew’s Cross,” said Yuri. “You no doubt
recognise it from your national flag.”

It was nothing like the cross Natalie was familiar with, the
white on blue Saltire she was so proud of. She looked at the one
before her with huge apprehension, guessing that the chief was
intent on extracting his price in an ironic way – a crucified
sacrifice on her national symbol.

Natalie tried to shy away, but Yuri took hold of her slender
wrist and placed her right hand on the wood. He guided her to trace
the grain with her palms, moving from one arm of the cross to the
other.

“Flesh has yielded here, Miss Fullerton – this wood has been
drenched by sweat and blood. And your Celtic race has sacrificed
its youth to defend its own version of this cross – this symbol of
your nation. Tolerance, Miss Fullerton – you came here to offer me
your flesh. But the price of my tolerance is a lot higher than you
might have thought.”

A moment later, Yuri spun her around by the wrist and pressed
her against the cross on the wall. He pinned her against the wood
with his massive bulk and bent down to whisper in her
ear.

“You came here as the sacrificial lamb, intent on bartering
your virginity to save your slut of a sister. But I could have
taken your virginity at any time – it is not something to be
bartered - it is already mine. But I want more than your precious
virginity, Miss Fullerton. I want a lot more - your sincerity for
one thing.”

“I... I don’t know what you mean,” she gasped, struggling to
take in what was happening. This had been part of her plan, but she
now realised that her plan was merely a component of a much grander
scheme where she had no control at all.

“Yes you do,” hissed Yuri Karinov. “Flesh for tolerance, Miss
Fullerton - willingly given – not grudgingly sacrificed, but
happily offered, time and time again. I want your total surrender
to my will. Do we have a deal?”

“No!” blurted Natalie, fear winning over her determination to
save her sister. “Look, this was a mistake. I didn’t expect it to
be like this. Please, you’re scaring me. I can’t go through with
this. Please, let me go.”

Yuri laughed in her face, his aromatic breath hinting of
whisky – another little irony he had consumed with much pleasure,
forsaking his usual cognac. “Did you expect a soft feathered bed -
the gratitude of an older man - to lie back and think of some
handsome young Romeo as I caringly took your offering – a quick
fuck then off you go, your noble duty done? My tolerance does not
come so cheap, Miss Fullerton... But you may still earn it. Between
now and ten o’clock tomorrow morning, you will give yourself to me
in whatever manner I choose, and please me with your efforts,
otherwise I wash my hands of you and your sister. We’ll let the
court decide her fate.”

Natalie gazed at him terrified, too afraid to say anything in
reply. But was there any point in resisting, even if she could? He
had her in his grasp. She had come here willingly. She could only
hope the chief would be gentle and his appetite would be
weak.

Naive or what!

Sadly, Yuri was feeling ravenously hungry, and his feast the
previous day had put him in the mood for more Fullerton flesh. Yuri
took one of Natalie’s hands and raised it above her head – she
offered no resistance. He slipped it into one of the leather cuffs
on the cross and buckled it in, doing the same to the other so that
both of her arms were pinned over her head. Then Yuri knelt, his
face directly in front of her crotch, the pussy hidden behind the
dress. Gently, like a caring lover that was sensitive to her state,
Yuri reached out and touched Natalie’s legs with both hands. He
caressed the back of her silky calves then ran up past her thighs
till he felt the swell of her pert little ass which was covered
modestly by a pair of panties.